Luna Canyon Rim Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

Grand Canyon Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim

Standing on the rim of one canyon she began to imagine how someone with murderous intent might act in a moment of madness. I think if I were her.

Down by the Silent River, it's magic. The water murmurs secrets. I sit near the riverbank, ponderin’ life. "Goodbye to Language!" I shout sometimes, marvelin' at silence mixed with chatter. That river glimmers like a secret kept by the gods.

20-year-old man dies after fall at Grand Canyon near Pipe Creek Overlook